#it was like three years in a row

[unreliablesnake]

Territorial (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You meet your old high school crush and can't help but tell Vincent about it. But he's certainly not happy to hear this story.

Note: Takes place after my other Vincent fics, but you don't need to read them. / I wrote it in like an hour with breaks and it shows. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: smut (fingering) so MINORS DNI!!!

“Imagine my surprise when I found out it was him! He changed so much throughout the years. He was never the type to wear suits.”

You were laughing, excited that someone from your years in high school showed up in your life again. It was a nice surprise; you used to be on good terms with him, maybe even had a crush that stayed with you in the back of your mind. And now you were working in the same office building, so the two of you were already making plans to have lunch together in the following days.

“He’s been working there for almost as long as I do. How is it that we haven’t met yet? What are the chances?” you asked your boyfriend before taking another bite of your dinner.

But Vincent remained silent, his jaw tightening as you kept talking about your old friend. It took you some minutes to finally realize he didn’t want to hear about any of this. You shut your mouth the moment it dawned on you, and bit on your lower lip as you looked down at your plate guiltily, as if you had done something wrong.

“Are you done?” he asked with a frown, and after a few moments of thinking, you nodded. “I haven’t seen you this excited about a friend before, love. Or was he more than just a friend? Do I have a reason to worry?”

You gulped loudly upon hearing his question. He could see right through you as always, he knew about your crush without you saying anything about it. Too bad that to him it didn’t matter if you still had any feelings for that guy or not. You once had and that was enough for him to get mad at you.

Because he was mad, you knew that. It wasn’t jealousy, it was pure anger that he felt times like this. Every time a guy looked at you the wrong way, every time you dared to be nice to another man, Vincent got angry and took it out on you.

Of course, he would never hit you. Sure, he would spank you, maybe even choke you a little, but all of this would happen in the safety of your bedroom. He would never seriously think about hurting you, he loved you too much for that.

Or so you thought.

Now there was a glint in his green eyes, something you had never seen before. It was pure rage, fueled by your story about this old flame. “He’s just a friend, I promise,” you tried weakly, but despite being sure you loved only him, your thin voice made even you question if it was true.

He suddenly put down his fork and knife, took a sip of his wine–his eyes never leaving yours–then stood up and extended his hand to help you up. With your legs already shaking, you took his hand and stood up as well. For the first time in a while, you had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Was it really that bad that you were so excited about meeting an old friend?

His fingers wrapped around yours tightly enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out loud. You followed him across the rooms obediently, not asking him what he was planning to do now.

Once you stepped inside the bedroom, he slammed in the door and pulled you into a hungry, demanding kiss. You tried to push him away a little to breathe, but he only put his hand on the base of your skull and pulled you even closer. This was a first; he had never been this aggressive before, but now he seemed desperate to show you who you belonged to.

His hands were quick to remove your clothes when he finally let you breathe, fingers exploring every single curve of your body as if he had never seen you naked before. Then they moved between your legs, expert fingers slipping between your folds which drew a pathetic moan out of you, making you weak in the knees.

“Who do you belong to, hm?” he asked you before kissing you again. “Tell me, love, do you remember where you belong?”

“I belong to you,” you replied weakly as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot, and it was hard to keep yourself together by now. “I’m so sorry,” you added.

While his fingers were pumping at a steady pace, chasing you towards your first high, Vincent looked you in the eye and tilted his head to the side a little. “Good girl. Never forget this,” he warned you darkly.

Your first orgasm made you collapse into his arms, but he didn't seem to mind, it only made him more determined to overstimulate you. By now you knew what this was all about. He wanted to mark his territory, showing you how good he was for you, how perfectly you fit together.

Jealous Vincent wasn't new. He was rough and focused on his own needs, using you as a simple fleshlight. But territorial Vincent was someone you hadn't met before. He wasn't controlled by his anger; he was driven by something else, as if he was desperately trying to prove to you that he was the only one who had a place in your heart.

It wasn't unusual for him to focus on your needs, but this was different. You couldn't quite put a finger on what the difference was, but you could feel it in your bones that something wasn't the same.

He kept calling you a good girl, telling you how badly he needed you, how you belonged to him, and how the two of you were brought together by fate. He was almost too sentimental, something he barely was with you. If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed he was worried about losing you.

“What's wrong?” you asked when you were lying in bed with you resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

But he remained silent, the only reaction was the way his grip on your hip tightened. Just when you were about to give up, he suddenly spoke up. “I want you to keep your distance with him. Lunches on weekdays are okay, but I don't want you to meet outside of that building. Can you promise me that?”

You thought about it, but it was a fair request. So you nodded, agreeing while also hoping for a change of his heart in the future. If that was enough to make him feel better, you were willing to do it for now. After all, you didn't want to ruin your engagement so soon.

[bingsucks]

headcanon that bruce forgot to come up with an excuse for why he has scars on his chest and then in the immediate aftermath becomes the most INVOLVED CISGENDER ACTIVIST because of how the media treats him for being hypothetically trans

[spotsupstuff]

char. design stuff and map update

The greek alphabet name system is for more technical classification, while names like ,,Children of Eos" [group Epsilon] and ,,Wish for Tomorrow" [group Tau] are used more by public and for grandioser introductions in political meetings.

[cozylittleartblog]

I GET ONE EVERY YEAR ????

[yuseirra]

this is what I think's happened in the recent chapters

although things are SUPER VAGUE...

[a2zillustration]

Waited until I didn't have a BG3 comic queued to post these but it was hourly comics day! I love hourly comics day! I've done it the past 5-ish years and it's fun to 1) have a little annual journal and 2) see what style I decided to draw in that year. 10/10 would recommend!

[because-its-eurovision]

FINLAND winning the televote with a record of 376 points and achieving the country’s second best placement ever after taking part in Eurovision for 62 years.

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Drayton just radiates 'I'm an undiagnosed neurodivergent and struggling but everyone thinks I'm lazy/stupid so I just assume I am' vibes.

[leqclerc]

[meownotgood]

I wonder if I'll see burger king aki today

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

it's so ironic that chronically ill people are stereotyped as lazy, because absolutely no one out there wants to do things more than those of us who've spent years languishing in bed. i've been feeling a little better the past few months and the only damn thing i want to do is cook and clean and be productive. being productive feels like a fucking drug, no matter how exhausted and sore it leaves me. even when i have to rest, i'm lying in bed dreaming of what i can accomplish next. fuck but i am desperate to do things.

[bookie-the-reading-junkie]

tagged by @ladynightlark Thanks for tagging me!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs

Since I kind of just got back into writing in the past couple of months, I don't have a lot of WIPs that I plan on actually doing something with. Most things I have planned are related to my Demon Slayer fic series Young Flames and Dying Coals (YFDC), because I have a few post-Lionheart fics in mind for that series. I'll list them as well as a couple ideas I have floating around!

YFDC: Lionheart ch 20

YFDC: Rust and Dust (Yoriichi's spirit is stuck in Yoriichi Type Zero)

YFDC: Pumped up kicks (one year later)

YFDC: Embers (final epilogue about ten years later)

Role Swap AU with Tanjuro and Demon!Kie (literally just came up with this yesterday but IDEAS)

non Demon Slayer WIPs/ideas

Fullmetal Alchemist x Harry Potter crossover (instead of getting his soul bonded to the armor, Al is sent to the wizarding world to defeat Voldemort)

How to train your dragon movie and book crossover (Movie cast is invited to the Wilderwest a year after the war)

@wanderinginkspots @ch1cken-egg @owlofthenight117 @ghostboymichael @wickedcriminal don't have to do this, but I'd love to hear your WIPs!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[hearts401]

i need to write gregory and michael beef but i know both of them are quick to physical aggression (especially mike) and then im left with the question of would michael absolutely body a preteen just because hes pissed and the answer is yes but gregory would fight like hell and in the end i think itd take someone pullig them apart

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Last drawing of my summer class, we were only given an hour but I think I made good progress (this was a test of sorts)

This will be the last time I'm studying under this professor, so I'd like to share his art page (I think it's neat to see how his approach to art has influenced my own)

[wayliparker-co]

in ch06 el is dressed as katniss everdeen btw !!